It just dropped where it fell…it had known no direction…
that …but was a chance that it fell on the blossom
The dew drop resting on a petal…
…dancing about by impish free will...
Oblivious of the iridescence…granted from its milieu…
Nature revealed it to the mesmerized onlooker...
Who allured by its exquisiteness wondered ….
…if it was the water bead or the setting?
That the sun shone in the shiny globule…
…the colors that artists use to render life on white…
The dew drop hath no way. Neither its backdrop…
To conquer the splendor that they do….if it were not for each other.
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